( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

( Private Message to Captain Kirk )

( Private Message to Commander Uhura )

( Private Message to Amanda Grayson )

You know, it's hard to find a job when you've been on a parallel universe and the only experience you have other than clothing stores is with Aliens...

My my, how strange this place is. I cannot seem to get a straight answer as to where I am. The library guards very rudely escorted me out here onto the street, and I suppose I have been left to my own devices.

Young Master, are you here in this place? I can sense you still.

I fear that technology in Colligo has difficulty keeping up with my inquiries. I will need to upgrade at least my own equipment.



I must also find a way to return to the Enterprise. While I have complete faith in my first officer, it is my ship, and I need to be there I have duties to attend that this city is interfering with. People have disappeared-- presumably returning to their home dimensions and times. This means that leaving is not impossible: we simply do not yet have the means to do so, ourselves.

Accountability of Starfleet personnel has been less than 100%, as well, which I admit to finding distressing.

...huh. This is different.

One offically bored and annoyed with the locals Oracle. They are almost as bad as the unsubs and tried every profiler trick I could think of.

Did accept the position with the police and working with Luke project to project. Figured I would offer up help to the rest of you PI types as well.

Charlie Crews: Poke your head into my little cyber lair? Pretty sure we're it for cops among the dumped into this joint.

Comic books, movies with people who look like my aunt, cartoons, song after song after song, television shows. Dolls, posters, costumes, purses, shirts, coffee mugs, jewelry, fan fiction. People are obsessed. It's disturbing. And so much of it is pink.

Had I known, every time I heard Supergirl by Saving Jane I would have turned it off.

Did I fall asleep?

Hey, Liv, you okay? Something's up.

Oh, dear. I'm very confused and I think I'm lost, can anybody point me home? To La Push, Washington? It's near to Port Angeles.

Sam? Seth? Are any of you here?

I don't... this isn't.... everything is so clean....
This has to be a trick.

You metal son of bitches I will NEVER help you get to John Connor.

I don't know why everyones upset about being declared "fictional". Worse things could happen and some of the stuff? Is pretty funny. Though I'm with Kara on the fanfiction. I am going to go blind myself. Sullivan and Lionel Luthor?! People are

Sure you might say that's because there's nothing on me. Which is a total lie. I find it pretty ... weird, yes. But funny. Because it's so wacked. And I like all the other stuff.

This Batman character. Ha. What kind of stupid name is Batman? Important signficance or otherwise, though that was all Nolan. Oh, well, at least it's better than Superman I like him. He's like one of the only non-lame superheroes in this D.C. franchise. Besides the Green Lanterns-you included resident Green Lantern- ... most of them anyway. And the Flash is kind of cool, okay adorable, but whoever stayed up late thinking up these people's names and costumes needs to be shot. Or at least beaten up a couple of times. So far the only non-completely idiotic name is the Huntress. Who I have to say kind of hits a little too close to home with certain things messes that up with that costume. Simplicity is key people. And tights? Tights freaking suck. Nightwing is alright ... far as names go. Though I have to say, I'm sensing a theme with the whole flying animals thing. And it needs to stop. Rodents. Seriously? Disgusting

Anyway, back to Batman. He's kind of nifty. He's just like me. Except with a penis. And a wealthy alterego. Batman needs to totally show up here just so we can see who can break through a window from leaping off a building faster.